Gridcosm

Artist matrix

Grid poem

Swirling in the patterns of asplash of colour for the good doktorcthulhuwas a love of the half brained complaints. But you can't easily get rid of those signals in the brainwaves, like you can'tcash tat tiethe hickey onto your neckso sit back, rest your wings andwe will forget our own namesand faeries will take us away

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